#8. With a 20th floor view of Lake Shore Drive, my most avid memory of the 2011 Blizzard is stupid people walking ON the Drive. I’m not talking about abandoning cars for survival. I’m speaking of the idiots on the day after. In between white-out conditions, curious ignorants wandered onto the major highway. It drove me crazy because the last thing an overworked snowplower needs to worry about is sight-seers. But these snowbound
Chicago Dramatists present the world premiere of Blizzard ‘67. Four coworkers carpool to the office. The small talk is minuscule. The ride is just a means to a dead end. They are all mere cogs in a corporate world. They don’t even know each other’s jobs or first names. On a warm January afternoon, Henkin brags about his new 1967 Chevy Caprice. The guys guess his secret. Henkin got a promotion. As the knowledge festers within the company men, the winds change. Two days later, it begins to snow en route to work. By 5pm, punching-out time, the carpool faces blizzard conditions. They decide to hit the road anyway. Somewhere in the West Loop, their lives spin out of control forever. Blizzard ‘67 dumps a natural disaster onto three men’s personal setback to turn a dicey commute into an irreversible catastrophe.
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